"Well, we'll all be looking forward to your performances. Don't disappoint us. Let the first annual Island Games continue!" "Isn't that still..." The connection between the human world and the heavenly Council disconnected, leaving a moment of silence between the council members.
"How many times do I have to tell you to not correct me while I'm speaking? This is the fifth time today, George!" The Council President shouted at his assistant.
"Actually, it's the fourth time...sir," George replied before covering his mouth with his palm.
President Stone sighed in frustration, "Alright, that's it. I've had enough of your smart ass comments today. Just...go get me some coffee before I throw you down to Hell. Trust me, if you dislike my attitude, you should see Lucifer on a Friday night. That man can drink more than a suburban mother after putting her kids to bed."
"Y-yes sir. Right away sir."
"I swear the help is getting worse with each millennia."
President Stone turned to face the monitors of the island inhabitants, then to the timer above the screens, "Five minutes to noon. Five minutes to another death. Five minutes to our final three. I'll be enjoying every moment of it."
The clock tower struck midday with a dark clang, disrupting the peaceful aura of Heaven's atmosphere. Feet shuffled quickly to their designated positions and eyes darted nervously around. A content sigh signaled the start of this day's choosing, the only sign of confidence shown from the council room.
"Alright men, the time has come for us to choose another soul from the island. Now I haven't had much sleep last night from some very important presidential tasks..."
"You mean watching American Idol?" the Vice President corrected him.
"What...No, I...well...yes," he admitted, "but since I was busy last night, I don't want to hear all of your arguments. Let's just vote now."
The room erupted in chatter as the members discussed the potential human on the chopping block. Murmurs of every one of the four people remaining blended in the mix of sounds, but one name was spoken more frequently.
"Okay, settle down. Now, we vote. All in favor of Mister Foster?"
Four hands raised in the air.
"Mister Hounsome?"
Six hands replaced the four previously in the air.
"Miss Simmons?"
Twelve members raised their hands.
"And finally Miss White?"
Four people raised their hands in the air.
"Well, it seems as if Miss Ember Simmons will perish this afternoon," he chucked, "good riddance, am I right? I didn't know how much more of her foul mouth I could take. She was one curse away from being a part of Harry Potter. Now how should we go about killing her?"
President Stone's assistant returned from his coffee trip and whispered into his ear. The Council President smiled slightly before turning his attention back to the full Council, "It seems as if our job today will be easy. My assistant has just informed me that Miss Simmons has gone off her rocker."
He zoomed in on her screen and motioned to a certain section, "Here, she is seen by a set of trees just by the sector we dropped those 'gifts' into. Thank you Gerald, by the way, for suggesting using some of those little creatures from the Hunger Games. At least someone doesn't care about copyright infringement like I do. Anyway earlier today, one of those things, tracker whackers...tracker smackers...tracker hackers.."
"Tracker Jackers, sir," the assistant corrected.
"George what did I say about correcting me?"
"Sorry."
"One of those bees stung Miss Simmons and caused her to hallucinate seeing a secret room full of many of the deceased crash survivors. One of them being her school girl crush Mister Fake Character. Currently, she's 'fighting' for her life from the couple that inhabits the underground area, who are actually Janice and Ben from accounting. The effects of the insect should last for another hour or so until the venom completely stops her heart. For now, all we have to do is watch and wait."
If there was one thing that could fill up the empty silence of the council room, it would be the Jeopardy theme song. Every member waited--in boredom no less--for Ember to go to the little prison up in the sky. Her mindless running became repetitive since she had nowhere to go.
"Oh c'mon just do something already!" A council member shouted from the back of the room.
"Yeah, this is almost as boring as our company holiday party," another member commented.
Someone else scoffed, "Oh no I think this is worse. I mean, the party did have a flip cup battle between God and Death."
"Shut up guys! I think it's time!"
The screen showed Ember slowing down to a stop at the base of a tree far away from where she started. Her mouth opened, and the council knew exactly what was about to happen. This is a PG zone. All profanities will be censored.
"What the beep? Aw beep this is bull-beep. Why the beep do I feel like beep? Beep, did something happen to me? Those beepers must've beeping drugged me!" she struggled to keep herself standing up and fell to the ground, "This is it, isn't it. The end of my beeping life. Well those beepers better know they messed with the wrong person. I'm haunt their asses until they go insane. Beep beep beep. I feel like I've been ran over by a beeping truck. Is this what labor feels like? Beep this hurts like a motherbeeper."
Her rambling went on for a few minutes before it turned into hushed whispers.
"Damn, there's so many beeps it's like we're LA traffic," the Vice President muttered under his breath.
Sweat dripped off Ember's body as everything shut down. The council gave her a little bit of time before calling in for her pickup, "Death, get off your lazy ass and do your job!"
Death felt the urge to flip off President Stone, but he held his composure, "I'm going. Don't get your panties in a twist."
"Have fun with Little Miss Sunshine."
"Woohoo, can't wait for that," Death walked to the exit, "if only I could kill myself, then I wouldn't have to deal with all of this crap."
A feminine shout was heard in the distance, "Hey! Where am I? Show yourselves you bastards!"
Death sighed, "Here we go."
(Thanks for letting me play so long guys! You're really good writers so keep up the good work! -Ember aka Liz)
STRONGEST CHARACTER: BROOKLYN WHITE
ELIMINATED: EMBER SIMMONS
(Based from Brooklyn's Day Eighteen entry)
"Well, we'll all be looking forward to your performances. Don't disappoint us. Let the first annual Island Games continue!"
"Isn't that still..."
The connection between the human world and the heavenly Council disconnected, leaving a moment of silence between the council members.
"How many times do I have to tell you to not correct me while I'm speaking? This is the fifth time today, George!" The Council President shouted at his assistant.
"Actually, it's the fourth time...sir," George replied before covering his mouth with his palm.
President Stone sighed in frustration, "Alright, that's it. I've had enough of your smart ass comments today. Just...go get me some coffee before I throw you down to Hell. Trust me, if you dislike my attitude, you should see Lucifer on a Friday night. That man can drink more than a suburban mother after putting her kids to bed."
"Y-yes sir. Right away sir."
"I swear the help is getting worse with each millennia."
President Stone turned to face the monitors of the island inhabitants, then to the timer above the screens, "Five minutes to noon. Five minutes to another death. Five minutes to our final three. I'll be enjoying every moment of it."
The clock tower struck midday with a dark clang, disrupting the peaceful aura of Heaven's atmosphere. Feet shuffled quickly to their designated positions and eyes darted nervously around. A content sigh signaled the start of this day's choosing, the only sign of confidence shown from the council room.
"Alright men, the time has come for us to choose another soul from the island. Now I haven't had much sleep last night from some very important presidential tasks..."
"You mean watching American Idol?" the Vice President corrected him.
"What...No, I...well...yes," he admitted, "but since I was busy last night, I don't want to hear all of your arguments. Let's just vote now."
The room erupted in chatter as the members discussed the potential human on the chopping block. Murmurs of every one of the four people remaining blended in the mix of sounds, but one name was spoken more frequently.
"Okay, settle down. Now, we vote. All in favor of Mister Foster?"
Four hands raised in the air.
"Mister Hounsome?"
Six hands replaced the four previously in the air.
"Miss Simmons?"
Twelve members raised their hands.
"And finally Miss White?"
Four people raised their hands in the air.
"Well, it seems as if Miss Ember Simmons will perish this afternoon," he chucked, "good riddance, am I right? I didn't know how much more of her foul mouth I could take. She was one curse away from being a part of Harry Potter. Now how should we go about killing her?"
President Stone's assistant returned from his coffee trip and whispered into his ear. The Council President smiled slightly before turning his attention back to the full Council, "It seems as if our job today will be easy. My assistant has just informed me that Miss Simmons has gone off her rocker."
He zoomed in on her screen and motioned to a certain section, "Here, she is seen by a set of trees just by the sector we dropped those 'gifts' into. Thank you Gerald, by the way, for suggesting using some of those little creatures from the Hunger Games. At least someone doesn't care about copyright infringement like I do. Anyway earlier today, one of those things, tracker whackers...tracker smackers...tracker hackers.."
"Tracker Jackers, sir," the assistant corrected.
"George what did I say about correcting me?"
"Sorry."
"One of those bees stung Miss Simmons and caused her to hallucinate seeing a secret room full of many of the deceased crash survivors. One of them being her school girl crush Mister Fake Character. Currently, she's 'fighting' for her life from the couple that inhabits the underground area, who are actually Janice and Ben from accounting. The effects of the insect should last for another hour or so until the venom completely stops her heart. For now, all we have to do is watch and wait."
If there was one thing that could fill up the empty silence of the council room, it would be the Jeopardy theme song. Every member waited--in boredom no less--for Ember to go to the little prison up in the sky. Her mindless running became repetitive since she had nowhere to go.
"Oh c'mon just do something already!" A council member shouted from the back of the room.
"Yeah, this is almost as boring as our company holiday party," another member commented.
Someone else scoffed, "Oh no I think this is worse. I mean, the party did have a flip cup battle between God and Death."
"Shut up guys! I think it's time!"
The screen showed Ember slowing down to a stop at the base of a tree far away from where she started. Her mouth opened, and the council knew exactly what was about to happen.
This is a PG zone. All profanities will be censored.
"What the beep? Aw beep this is bull-beep. Why the beep do I feel like beep? Beep, did something happen to me? Those beepers must've beeping drugged me!" she struggled to keep herself standing up and fell to the ground, "This is it, isn't it. The end of my beeping life. Well those beepers better know they messed with the wrong person. I'm haunt their asses until they go insane. Beep beep beep. I feel like I've been ran over by a beeping truck. Is this what labor feels like? Beep this hurts like a motherbeeper."
Her rambling went on for a few minutes before it turned into hushed whispers.
"Damn, there's so many beeps it's like we're LA traffic," the Vice President muttered under his breath.
Sweat dripped off Ember's body as everything shut down. The council gave her a little bit of time before calling in for her pickup, "Death, get off your lazy ass and do your job!"
Death felt the urge to flip off President Stone, but he held his composure, "I'm going. Don't get your panties in a twist."
"Have fun with Little Miss Sunshine."
"Woohoo, can't wait for that," Death walked to the exit, "if only I could kill myself, then I wouldn't have to deal with all of this crap."
A feminine shout was heard in the distance, "Hey! Where am I? Show yourselves you bastards!"
Death sighed, "Here we go."
(Thanks for letting me play so long guys! You're really good writers so keep up the good work! -Ember aka Liz)